To Lucasta, on Going Beyond the Seas

…from the quills of dead white poets

Richard Lovelace (1618 – 1658)


 If to be absent were to be

 Away from thee;

 Or that when I am gone

 You or I were alone;

 Then, my Lucasta, might I crave

 Pity from blustering wind, or swallowing wave.


 Though seas and land be ‘twixt us both,

 Our faith and troth,

 Like separated souls,

 All time and space controls:

 Above the highest sphere we meet

 Unseen, unknown, and greet as Angels greet.


 So then we do anticipate

 Our after-fate

 And are alive I’ the skies,

 If thus our lips and eyes

 Can speak like spirits unconfin’d

 In Heaven, their earthly bodies left behind.



About Paul Jacko

Jacko was born in Czechoslovakia not long before the communist putsch in February 1948. He studied industrial chemistry there and left in 1969 for Australia, where he became a lawyer and established his own practice. He has now retired and beside hunting, fishing, camping, prospecting and playing golf he amuses himself by writing.
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One Response to To Lucasta, on Going Beyond the Seas

  1. What Not says:

    Very nice. Most “modern” poetry is hopeless.

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